Building the Bubble #4. Just Train Less
It's an obstacle course, by golly. And there's a pedestal, by golly. We both see it, but one of us...
Building the Bubble #3. Just Move
Morning. Once she's turned out, she bolts to a soft spot and rolls, and then this. No, her tail isn't...
Photo Challenge & Poem: Smile
A proud gray horse with a soft eye. Dwarfed by his manner, I almost don’t feel the barb of his...
Pretending to Be a Horse
There was a time, while I was in junior high school, that I rode my horse on the road. Lots...
Reframing Competition as Relationship
We were playing around after a lesson, laughing about the curse of being spokesmodels for my blog photos. She leans forward...
What Trainers Do You Like?
I often get asked what I think of other trainers. Sometimes I have no idea who the trainer is, any...
The Middle Path: Peaceful Persistence
I recently had a spellbinding conversation with a brilliant and beautiful mare. She was very young, not started under saddle,...
Photo Challenge & Poem: Out of This World
You are right to be wary of us, little mare. Your hooded eyes dark and silent, you must be concerned,...
Horses Are Pessimists
Your horse is a young horse or a rescue horse or the heart-horse of your life. A mare or a...
Horses: Technique and Art
"Shut Up and Dance" It was written on one of those little tin lapel pins and my friend wore it...
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